If a butterfly beats its wings
There is a hurricane across the ocean
And if she smiles at him
There is an tsunami of happiness.
If a girl jumps up and down
There is an earthquake across lands.
If he spins with his arms
outstretched
There is a tornado of devastation.
But sometimes there are butterflies
and no hurricanes
And it is then
When the destruction is the greatest.
-by holly boyd
YOU ARE READING
Words We Cannot Speak
PoesiaPoems; Woe and hope, love and despair Poems mend us, they repair. Broken souls mixed with broken minds, Poems teach us what it is to be alive. They offer thoughts to inspire. They give us hope to aspire, They answer unanswerable questions They offer...
